I seem to want Scooter to be very impressed with my knowing how to make the stuffed animal duck I gave him quack by squeezing it & yet I don't seem to care if he'd be impressed to know that I can read or that I've flown six miles high in the sky or that I can make an omelette.
Kind of like with dogs & money, I guess:
8) For some reason I always catch myself being surprised at how dogs just aren’t interested in the same things we are. I was dog-sitting last night and dropped $40 on the floor (that’s right ladies, Xmastime is flush right now!!!) and for a split second I thought oh shit! I’d better grab it before he does!! But of course he just blankly looked at it and walked away. I thought wow, that’s funny, he could care less about money. But then again, I’m not into eating other dogs’ shit, so I guess we’re even.
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